Southwest Song

Good-, good people sometimes think bad things
Good people dream bad things, don't you?
Good people (good people) even (even) do bad things
Once in a while, we do

Factory smoke and choke in pain
'Cause Delray funk is in my brain
So I break the law, but I'm not to blame
You only know my place, you don't know my name

Well, I grip the fence and bend the steel
And I steal a car and I grip the wheel
And I park the car, then I steal it again
'Cause I really don't know what's happening

I wait for night to fall, and then I walk outside
And then I run back in, 'cause I don't wanna die
You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain
As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain

And I pray to God to help and justify
Look over me 'cause my brain is fried
And I don't have a name, I don't have a home
I just lay alone on my bed of stone

You see, death awaits me on my narrow path
And when I stop to think, I can only laugh
Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long
To see everybody singing that Southwest song

Oh-ooh, wee-oh (come on now)
Everybody singin' that Southwest song
Oh-ooh, wee-oh (it's alright)
Everybody singin' that Southwest song

Some say I'm real, and some say I'm fake
But I really don't care, 'cause it's all too late
You see, my mind is weak, and I'm losing breath
As I crawl along, I can feel the death

Everywhere I go I bring with me pride
And then I pay the carny and I take a ride
But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death
So I try it again with what pride is left

If we have to go then you can take me fast
You see, I started under, and I'm sinking fast
And when the joker's card is missing from your deck
Then you know the rope has finally caught my neck

Ayo, don't look, now that there we go again
It's me and the Grim Reaper, best of friends
He's always hanging 'round waiting for me to die
We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy

I feel him in the corner of a circled room
At about thirteen in the afternoon
And then I see the strain as I walk along
I notice everybody singing that Southwest song

Oh-ooh, wee-oh (watch out now)
Everybody singin' that Southwest song
Oh-ooh, wee-oh (come on)
Everybody singin' that Southwest song

What does seem bad to you?
I'm angry, I'm angry
What does seem bad to you?
I'm angry, I'm angry
(Everybody singing that Southwest song)

If my time has come, then I'm ready to go
Shoot me in the face with your .44
And when I'm falling down to my sorry death
I'll laugh with my very last breath

Lose some, win some, it's how it goes
I've been down and out, I took many blows
And there's nothing here I ain't seen before
I'm just a jugglin' juggla, jugglin' more

You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town
You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down
You wanna start a family and your own a home
I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone

You see the forks up, see the forks down
But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fuck around
'Cause my brain is gone, and it's on its way
Of exploding, so get off me, dog!

Well, I could be right and I could be wrong
And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long
But it does not matter what set you on
Tonight, everybody sings that Southwest song

Oh-ooh, wee-oh (watch out now)
Everybody singin' that Southwest song
Oh-ooh, wee-oh (it's wicked)
Everybody singin' that Southwest song

Oh-ooh, wee-oh (will you be long?)
Everybody singin' that Southwest song
Oh-ooh, wee-oh (go on now)
Everybody singin' that Southwest song
Oh-ooh, wee-oh (come on, yeah)
Everybody singin' that Southwest song

What does seem bad to you?
Is hitting other kids?

Daddy, daddy! Look, it's a clown, a clown!
Make him do something funny, daddy, please?
Okay, goddamnit, hey, Bozo!
Come here and do something funny for the boy! (Ha, okay)
Hurry it up, man, we gotta be someplace
I'm not a very funny clown, but I'll try, hey, little boy (hi)
How ya doin'? (I'm fine)

Well, that's just swell, little fella, hey, I got a riddle for you (ok, ok)
What looks like a ball? (Oh yeah?)
It's shaped like a ball (uh-huh, yeah?)
It's round like a ball (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah?)
But doesn't bounce like a ball? (I don't know, what?)
Your daddy's nugget!
Wicked!